Wisconsin Womanhood: The truth on how women truly move through the world
(09/19/19 5:46pm)
I distinctly remember the first time I was catcalled. It was the middle of summer, and my cousin and I were walking down the sidewalk of a wide road in my hometown. We were on my way back to my house when a red pickup truck full of men slowed down to honk their horn and whistle at us, their eyes lingering on our bodies for a moment too long.